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   toughturd  wrote in news:wBInj.903$Ch6.825   
   @newssvr11.news.prodigy.net:   
      
   > Bertie the Bunyip wrote:   
   >   
   >> captdan@aol.com wrote in news:ETpnj.8493$Ej5.7253   
   >> @newssvr29.news.prodigy.net:   
   >>   
   >>   
   >>>Wavy G wrote:   
   >>>   
   >>>   
   >>>>Attention newsgroup friends: I have some disturbing news to report   
   to   
   >>>>you all.  Last week I went to get my hair cut (please don't make the   
   >>>>obvious joke about how it should be worded "hairs cut" because, a]   
   of   
   >>>>the serious nature of this post and, b] that's really tiresome) at   
   >>   
   >> one   
   >>   
   >>>>of these discount hair salons.  Now, as you are all probably aware,   
   >>   
   >> most   
   >>   
   >>>>of the people they hire to cut hair these days are girls (at least   
   in   
   >>>>the places I've lived).  Therein the problem lies.   
   >>>>   
   >>>>Remember the old days, when you'd go down the street to the corner   
   >>>>"barbershop," and get your hair cut by a kindly old man in a white   
   >>>>jacket with a comb in his pocket?  And at any given time, during   
   >>   
   >> normal   
   >>   
   >>>>business hours, you'd see the men of the town sitting around at the   
   >>>>local barbershop, gossiping, reading the paper, playing checkers,   
   >>>>talking about the weather, etcetera.  It was like the "boys club."   
   >>   
   >> Well,   
   >>   
   >>>>no, I don't really remember those days, but I've seen that sort of   
   >>   
   >> stuff   
   >>   
   >>>>in movies and on "Saturday Evening Post" calendars and stuff.   
   >>>>   
   >>>>Anyway, I'm sitting there at the hair salon, waiting to be called   
   on,   
   >>>>and perusing one of those dated hairstyle selection books, (which   
   >>   
   >> looked   
   >>   
   >>>>more like a bunch of "In Living Color" publicity stills, circa 1992)   
   >>   
   >> for   
   >>   
   >>>>what seemed like half-an-eon.  During an apparent break between   
   >>   
   >> smoking   
   >>   
   >>>>and gabbing on the phone, the girl finally decided to come up front   
   >>   
   >> and   
   >>   
   >>>>look at the sign-in sheet.  I was brimming with anticipation; I knew   
   >>   
   >> I   
   >>   
   >>>>was next!  She called my name and I looked up, all surprised-like,   
   as   
   >>   
   >> if   
   >>   
   >>>>I hadn't been expecting them to call me so quickly, and headed on   
   >>   
   >> back   
   >>   
   >>>>to get my hair trimmed.  This is where it all went bad...   
   >>>>   
   >>>>I sat down in the chair, and the girl put the cloth around my neck,   
   >>   
   >> and,   
   >>   
   >>>>skipping the small-talk, she boldly asked me, "How do you want your   
   >>   
   >> hair   
   >>   
   >>>>cut today, hon?"  WHAT?!?!  Did I just hear what I think I heard?   
   >>   
   >> Did   
   >>   
   >>>>this girl just call me "hon"?  No, she couldn't have, not in this   
   day   
   >>>>and age.  I thought I would just let it slide and pretend it didn't   
   >>>>happen.  She went on...  "Can you tip your head down for me,   
   >>>>sweetheart?"  What?  "Sweetheart"???  She used another sexually-   
   >>   
   >> tilted   
   >>   
   >>>>term, as though trying to make a "pass" at me.  And, as if that   
   >>   
   >> weren't   
   >>   
   >>>>bad enough already, she used the term "hon" again, only this time   
   >>>>coupled with a blunt and offensive proclamation that she was going   
   to   
   >>   
   >> do   
   >>   
   >>>>her best to "keep [me] handsome."  I was officially a victim of   
   >>   
   >> sexual   
   >>   
   >>>>abuse.   
   >>>>   
   >>>>How could this happen?  Aren't these girls trained to work with the   
   >>>>public?  Don't they know that this sort of behaviour is   
   inappropriate   
   >>>>these days?  I mean, you would think that in the 21st century (Wow,   
   >>   
   >> that   
   >>   
   >>>>sounds weird saying, doesn't it?  It's like we're all living in the   
   >>>>future and shit.) a man could go into a hair salon, or any place of   
   >>>>commerce, without having to worry about being harassed by the sex-   
   >>   
   >> crazed   
   >>   
   >>>>females hired to work there for pittance.  I just couldn't take it   
   >>   
   >> any   
   >>   
   >>>>more.  Finally, she said, "well, you're all finished, 'handsome,'"   
   >>   
   >> (as   
   >>   
   >>>>if not acknowledging it the first go around means I didn't hear it).   
   >>>>   
   >>>>I got up from the chair and walked away, brushing my own follicle   
   >>>>trimmings off my person, as if symbolically shedding what little   
   >>   
   >> dignity   
   >>   
   >>>>hadn't already ended up with the sweepings on the floor.  Though I   
   >>   
   >> was   
   >>   
   >>>>doing all I could not to cry, I knew I had to be strong.  I held my   
   >>   
   >> head   
   >>   
   >>>>up, and walked up to the counter to pay for her services, and to get   
   >>   
   >> my   
   >>   
   >>>>preferred customer card stamped.  I tipped her, because I am an   
   >>   
   >> honest   
   >>   
   >>>>gentleman, but I assure you it was meagerly.  As I walked out to my   
   >>   
   >> car,   
   >>   
   >>>>holding on to what shred of dignity I had left, I felt a cool breeze   
   >>>>tickle the clippings that had fallen on the back of my neck, and I   
   >>>>longed for the days of the "Saturday Evening Post."   
   >>>>   
   >>>   
   >>>I want to be sexually abused.   
   >>>   
   >>   
   >>   
   >> Rob may be albe to help. You like nazi uniforms?   
   >>   
   >> Bertie   
   > I like nazi uniforms.....as long as they are clean and pressed with   
   lots   
   > of starch.   
   >   
      
   Robbie's your djork then!   
      
      
   Bertie   
      
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